It's always "Sparty this!" And "Sparty that!" And "wow, their defense and criminals!" And "oooh so Sparty" and I'm like, "who cares I'm from New York" and everyone else is like "oh tuba are you serious?!"
You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer with your family up in the mountains. There's a long wooden dock and a boathouse with boards missing from the roof, and a place you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You're a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You're very generous. You're kind to strangers and children, and when you stand in the snow you look like an angel.
It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.